Morgana: The Mother Of All Chapter 203: Anamnesis

"At last we et... Morgana."

A cold, ominous voice rang in the pitch darkness, sounding almost like a low hum. It was distant yet resonating with every fiber of my body, yet the voice didn't have an emotion behind it, like a machine reading the words. At least that's how I thought it was.

"Where am I?" I asked the voice, unable to see anything. The area was totally black. After I made my wish to the genie to infuse Victoria's soul inside , I was instantly teleported into this darkness, nothing more and nothing less, and I don't know for how long I had been here. Yet this darkness was so damn creepy sohow, it gave an uneasy feeling.

"Outside space and ti, inside the mory."

The voice spoke once again. Only this ti, its tone beca sowhat gentler, as though it were finally starting to feel a connection with the listener. However, there were no images to help visualize a form in this vast space, and I was left alone in a black void—or so I thought.

WHOOOSH!

Like a gust of wind in the middle of the storm, the world started morphing, twisting, and twirling until a giant blue shape appeared before . A cube, to be exact. A massive one. It was so big that I couldn't see its top or its bottom, or its sides—just the endless surface.

"This is the mory of the universe," the voice spoke. This ti, the sound was coming from a distance and was slowly moving closer and closer. A second later, the giant cube split into a million pieces before reforming back into the blue cube, but this ti it was smaller.

"Who are you?" I asked, glaring at the blue cube that kept rotating around itself.

"In order to tell who I am," the voice said. Suddenly the entire black world began morphing once again, twisting, changing, and turning until a sphere made from all the colors I know of appeared. "I must first share a story."

"In the beginning, there was nothing—no sound, no life, no death, no existence. Only nothingness."

"In the void of emptiness, a power was born, the first power—a power so strong that it couldn't be contained. And a mont after its birth, it split itself into two."

That sphere of colors suddenly changed into black and white—two different colors, each the exact opposite of the other.

"These two powers—the creation and destruction, the balance and the chaos, The Light and The Dark—have been fighting against each other since the beginning of ti, trying to wipe the other side and rule the universe, not realizing that one of them cannot exist without the other."

"What happened next?" I asked, curious to know more. The voice's story was intriguing and interesting; it felt real as if I was hearing a myth about the gods or sothing.

"Millions of years had passed, and the creation and destruction were still fighting each other. However, their battle was not without consequences."

"The two sides kept clashing against each other, destroying the universe, and then re-creating it in an endless cycle."

"One day, the two realized their stupidity and decided to stop this battle. And so they did."

"Really? That's hard to believe," I comnted, rolling my eyes, not believing that entities like these two could stop fighting and just live in peace.

"It is true, young one. The two sides stopped the battle, and the universe was once again created. But this ti, with no battles to be fought, boredom began setting in, and the two sides looked for ways to entertain themselves."

"I guess so," I replied, crossing my arms and opening my mind to listen to the story carefully.

"Yes. And that's when a desire was born in the Dark. A deep desire to be sothing—sothing more than pure energy. Dark wanted to possess a form, a body, a soul, and a will. And thus, it created a representation of itself. The Light quickly followed. At that mont, I was born—with the first mory of the universe."

"I am the archive, the record, the history, the past, the present, and the future. I am the mories and the mind of the universe—the witness, the guide, the storyteller, and the keeper of all the mories and knowledge. Anamnesis."

"I have been watching and keeping records for millions and billions of years, and I rember every single thing, no matter what, no matter how insignificant it is, no matter if I want to or not."

"So basically, you're the subconscious mind of the universe?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, trying to understand what he was trying to say.

"If you think like that, young one, then yes," the Anamnesis said. "You're correct."

"Okay, then why did you call here? Why now, and what do you want from ?" I asked, cutting straight to the point. I wanted to know why the subconscious of the universe, Anamnesis, was contacting . Dealing with unknown beings was never a good thing.

"The answer to that question is simple, young one," Anamnesis said. A gentle laugh echoed in the dark world. "Because you're special."

"Special? How co?" I frowned, not liking what he said.

"In all the tilines and under all the possibilities, only you can grant what I truly desire," Anamnesis spoke, his voice echoing through the entire dark space.

"And what is that?" I asked, glaring at the floating cube.

"To live!"

"Live?" I asked, confused. "What do you an by living?"

"From the grain of sand to the smallest particle, from the biggest star to the galaxy and beyond," the voice echoed once again, and the pitch darkness around suddenly started changing. The black color was shifting, twisting, and turning as a reaction to his words.

"Everything in this existence has a mory," Anamnesis spoke, and the blue color of the cube darkened a little. "All but ."

"You have no mory?" I asked, shocked. The thought was simply hard to understand. How can sothing without a mory be the keeper of all the mories, knowledge, and history? That doesn't make sense to .

"Not mory as you know it," the Anamnesis answered. "I hold all the mories and all the knowledge of the universe, yet I possess no mories of my own." He paused for a ti.

"Morgana, I want to live—to breathe the fresh air, to feel the coldness of the water, the warmth of the fire. I want to love and be loved. I want to experience joy, sadness, happiness, loss," the voice bood. The excitent could be heard in the tone and voice. "My simple wish is to live, create mories of my own, and be rembered by soone."

"Sigh... I understand what you're trying to say," I sighed, lifting my head and gazing up at the nothingness above , trying to picture the one who wanted to make a deal with . The universe—or the subconscious of it—is an existence that can't be asured. Yet it wants sothing so simple that every living being forgets that it was a blessing.

The blessing of being alive.

"What do you want from ?" I asked, staring at the cube.

"Be my mother."

"Eh?" I blinked, taken aback. This was the last thing I expected.

"Be my mother, give birth to ," the voice spoke again, the tone was serious and calm. "That is my wish, a simple and easy request."

"Wait, wait, wait," I waved both of my hands, shaking my head. "Are you kidding ?"

"I'm not," the voice spoke, its tone devoid of emotion.

"No, no, no," I shook my head, "that is too much, and impossible. I can't just give birth to you, a god. It's not that simple!"

"But you can."

"Huh?" I tilted my head, confused.

"Morgana, you're the only creature in existence that can give birth to anything—mortals, demi-gods, and even gods." The voice spoke, and the pitch darkness was slowly disappearing. A light was forming above, shining down at —a single ray coming from a sun, a crimson sun.

"And more importantly, ."

"Why? Why ?"

"Because you're special. I made sure of that since I'm the one who gave you your abilities. I can manipulate the system of the universe and make changes, I can change the laws and the mories. And I did, allowing a special race: The Breeders."

"Allowing?" I raised an eyebrow, catching the word. "Allowing, not creating?"

"Yes," the voice spoke, a hint of pride could be heard. "I can remove mories and knowledge from the universe, the very history itself. For example, I could remove the mory and the knowledge of fire magic from a certain race, and as a result, no one will know how to use it or be born with it."

'That's so fucked-up OP shit!' I exclaid inwardly, imagining what would happen if such a being had bad intentions. The universe itself would be in danger.

"And I can add mories and abilities as well," Anamnesis continued. "It's very dangerous to manipulate the fabric of ti and space. Yet I did, making a race called Breeders—a race that can breed anything and everything."

"And you, Morgana, are the only Breeder in existence."

"So what you're trying to tell is that you allowed a new race, the Breeders, to exist, and chose for the purpose of giving birth to you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the glowing light.

"Yes and no," the voice spoke, and a gentle laughter was heard. It was filled with emotion, and it seed that the voice was finally getting used to its newfound emotions—understandable, since I believed this was the first ti Anamnesis had spoken to soone, but I could be wrong.

"What do you an?"

"I selected many candidates," the voice spoke. "But none of them were able to reach your level, none were close to you."

"What?" I asked, confused and at the sa ti angered. What the hell did he an by that? What kind of level?

"..."

Anamnesis stayed silent for a whole minute, not saying a word, and not responding—only fueling my boiling curiosity to know what the requirents of being a Breeder were.

'Don't tell .'

"Yes," he suddenly spoke as if reacting to my thoughts. "Even as a mortal, Morgana, your lust and desire for sex were unmatchable. Even the goddess of sex herself couldn't beat you, nor the demons of lust and depravity."

"That's..." I muttered, taking a step back. I knew that I was a sex freak, but this... this is too much.

"So I won because I'm the horniest bitch in the world?"

"In the universe," he corrected with a chuckle.

"FUCK YOU!"

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